#cambionskel

[thequeendomhq]

THE RIVER ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Cambion FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. UTP

In time you’d understand. That’s what she always told you. In time you’d understand why people would treat you differently if they knew about your father. In time you’d understand why the two of you moved around as frequently as you did. In time you came to understand that there was a demon entwined with your soul, that because you’d been born under a bad sign it was going to follow you for the rest of your life. The world was going to hate you wherever you were born, but being from Iskaldrik meant that you were fated for the mines. You might have died in there had it not been for Aetheron’s attack on the Kingdom. Part of you might have because even locked away with a pickaxe in hand and chains around your wrists, there wasn’t a soul within that could understand what it meant to be born with the Blight in your veins. Your saviors were conquerors and murderers; your release wasn’t a gift but was instead a byproduct of their intentions. So, to the North, you gathered because at least your fellow Iskarans were the sort of devils you were familiar with. On the road to whatever weather would come next, Lysara, or beyond.

CONNECTS

THE MISSION and THE INFUSED: Fellow prisoners liberated by Aetheron.

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1

[thequeendomhq]

THE BLIGHTED ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Cambion FACTION. Vanguard of the Light & Warrior's Guild OCCUPATION. UTP

You were born amidst the sands of Ankhuria, at the temple to the One God you revered Baal, the ruler of Maferath and everything that the sun shone upon in Ankhuria. Your King, a living God, an emperor beyond reproach. Here in Ankhuria you learned to dance the spears, militant as you enlisted within the Warrior's Guild to learn best how to serve the light. This would be your legacy, to spread the word of the One God to the four corners of Taravell with your spears and your unfailing devotion. A contract led you to Bjarnheim, to the Iskaran shores where a murderer had pillaged one of the One God's sacred temples, ransacking those within for personal gain. You saw them apprehended, far from home, they were fated for the mines with proof from the witchers that you had succeeded in your contract. Intent to return to the Guildmaster who'd passed along the request, Aetheron attacked, and between two forces of nature, you were nearly ground to dust. To the mountains you were pushed to flee, a devout amidst the flock, a hidden cambion seeking asylum among those who would have just as quickly seen you thrown in prison alongside the murderer you apprehended.

CONNECTS

UTP

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee

this skeleton is currently taken.